#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
“your poems about the girls will s… 50 years from now when the girls a… my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear to be gone
good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does
call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and there was a cat fight outside and I could feel my soul dropping…
what i liked about e.e. cummings was that he cut away from the holiness of the word and with charm
Lydia returned and found a nice apartment in the Burbank area. She seemed to care a lot more for me than before we parted. “My husband had this big cock and that’s all he had. He had no...
I’ve always had trouble with money. this one place I worked everybody ate hot dogs and potato chips
the old L.A. Public Library burn… down that library downtown and with it went large part of my
bluebird there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, say, stay in there, I’m not going
A week later I was driving down Hollywood Boulevard with Lydia. A weekly entertainment newspaper published in California at that time had asked me to write an article on the life of the...
blue fish, the blue night, a blue… everything is blue. and my cats are blue: blue fur, bl… blue whiskers, blue eyes. my bed lamp shines
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme
But there were some good moments. My sometime friend from the neighborhood, Gene, who was a year older than I, had a buddy, Harry Gibson, who had had one professional fight (he’d lost)....
I had been sleeping on a terrible mattress with the springs sticking into me for several years. That afternoon when I awakened I pulled the mattress off the bed, dragged it outside, and...